I changed this a little bit, making it easier to read. And I added just a tinsy bit. I hope you all enjoy this story! MLV.
Han sat in the pilots seat and sighed. Chewy grunted, and Han shook his head.
"No, I am not mad that I left." Han grumbled. He could hear the ships behind him blasting shots at their opponents. Han did't dare look back, in case he had a change of mind.
Han shook his head and said, "Okay Chewy, prepare for lightspeed." Chewy grunted once more, then readied everything. Han was about to push it when an unwanted memory came up. It was of Luke, right before he walked away. All the appreciation for Han had left his eyes at that moment. His face was then filled with hurt and betrayal. Luke tried to mask it with anger, but Han knew better.
"Oh bantha fodder." Han swore as the ship jumped into lightspeed. He sat back, glad his troubles were over. Chewy didn't say anything. Han shook his head and tried to get rid of that feeling in his heart. 'No, I ain't got a heart.' He said to himself. The princess's face suddenly showed up. Sadness flowed through her eyes as Han had boarded the Falcon to leave. Sadness and disappointment.
"Shaak spit." Han said and pulled the Falcon out of lightspeed. Chewy asked him what he was doing as Han re-et the course back to Yavin 4.
"Call me crazy, but my heart's getting a late wake up call." Han mutter to his co-pilot.
Chewy turned to look at him and Han shook his head.
"I meant, think of all the money we could get if we helped out, you know? Sure, we got a lot by saving the princess, but we could get rich by helping." Han glanced at the wookiee to see if he bought the story. Chewy gave him a look that spoke clearly, 'Yeah right.' Han rolled his eyes as they left hyperspace.
Two of the empire's fighters were about to blow up Luke's ship. Han ran to the guns and yelled, "Chewy, take us closer!" Han had the left ship in view. He squeezed the trigger. The TIE blew up, causing the middle one to be thrown into space and the right one to go awry, sending it into the wall of the Death Star.
"She's all yours kid!" Han yelled, greatly pleased himself. He told himself, as the X-Wings and the Falcon flew away from the Death Star as it blew up; as he hugged the kid and the princesses; as he walked down the aisle to retrieve his medal, that all he wanted was the reward. It surly wasn't because he had a heart. Heck, he had no heart.